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The half-orc swordmaster Doherty achieved the status of "Honorary Cormyr" through this war.
Ms. Raul announced that Doherty and the dozen orcs under his command would be promoted to honorary Cormyrians, giving them official identity. It is reasonable and legal for Doherty to join Aaron's command. This half-orc sword master
In the cannon fodder array of the Chinese army, he fought all the way from noon to night, achieving the feat of killing a hundred people. Even the local nobles of Arabelle had nothing to say about his military exploits.
In the kingdom, although orcs are generally hostile, orcs do not have self-racial identity or national identity like Aaron's previous life and modern times. Although orcs are all creations of Gruumsh, there is no real talk between orcs and orcs.
They are not "compatriots". Today you kill me and I will kill you tomorrow. It is commonplace and they take pleasure in scalping each other.
Therefore, the orcs are a bit like the black people in Africa. They do not have the concept of a "racial community", but rather a created concept, just like the Bantu, Hamite, and Nilot people in Aaron's previous life.
People are the same, but in fact they are not a race at all. They are forcibly classified together by white people just because of their dark skin.
To this day, black Africans themselves are fighting over who is the superior race and who is the inferior race.
The orcs in the multiverse are also very different. Just like black people, they are divided into thousands of tribes and kill each other randomly. The creator Gruumsh also enjoys it.
The country's nobles did not respond much to Doherty's joining, and the hostility among the civilians was mainly due to the hatred brought about by the war between the Great Khan Turgeon and his orc army.
It is worth mentioning that the Great Khan Turgeon who died in the battle may have been the one who truly awakened to the concept of the "Great Orc Nation" and took a big step forward as an Orc.
He is dead.
Doherty unified some orc tribes and barbarian tribes in the western section of the Stormhorn Mountains. He was able to gather about a hundred warriors, both humans and orcs. Aaron asked him to go back first to appease and gather the tribes and prepare
Migration matters.
Sure enough, according to legend, there really are some snow elf tribes in the polar ice fields north of the Anonok Desert!
"What? Do you want to be our tour guide?" Leerta said rather arrogantly: "Many people are willing to be our tour guide. If you don't have any special skills, I may not choose you."
"We have completed this war and won enough wealth, but our tribe is still suffering in the wind and snow." Evanna was much soberer than her brother who drank too much and had a fight. She stood up
A pair of long legs wrapped in tight leather pants took out a medal from his arms and threw it on the table: "Take back your useless 'Honorary Cormyrian' medal. We elves are not those mud bastards. They belong to you human nobles."
Status has no appeal to us and we will not work for Ms. Raul."
Races that lack the protection of gods are too weak in the country. Snow elves, as a subspecies of elves, cannot be weak. As a result, because they have lost their connection with gods, they have very few priests, and most of them are druids.
Leaders, their inheritance and skills are gradually lost and degraded. It is difficult to produce mages among them, and almost all spellcasters are druids.
In addition, Thasiris almost never answers the prayers of the snow elves.
Ms. Raul was very generous. She gave Aaron 500 households with one stroke of her hand, with about 2,000-3,000 people.
The Snow Elves are also seeking change, and the appearance of brothers Leerta and Evanna here is the best proof.
"Your Excellency Salian? Of course!" Evana replied quickly. The snow elf sister obviously liked getting along with Aaron, and she took the initiative to pick up a glass of beer: "Want a drink?"
Evanna's seemingly extremely arrogant attitude is displeasing, but Aaron has understood her subtext - not wanting to work for Ms. Raul does not mean that she is not willing to work for other humans.
So Aaron is confident that he can conquer the snow elves in the far north!
The corruption of Nurgle is something that can pollute even time, space and even concepts.
"There are about 130 people in our tribe, and there are some small tribes nearby. The total number should not exceed 200 households, because there will be no food supply for more people." Leerta hesitated for a moment: "Like Ivan and I.
There are about thirty or fifty people with Na's strength, but there should be at least 300 qualified warriors."
Aaron didn't know if this legend was true, but the snow elf priests believed it firmly. The few responses Tasiris gave were related to the drow, and the snow elf gods' responses were always so simple and crude.
They lacked food, supplies, and basic necessities. It was not surprising that they lived a difficult life and eventually became a chaotic neutral camp.
“It rained heavily all night on the day I set out, and the rainwater was stinky and greasy~”
According to the legend learned by the Snow Elf brother and sister: Thorodor and Tasiris were once close friends, but their relationship was greatly reduced because they fell in love with a goddess together and became jealous. This Elf goddess had a new name, Luo.
Silk.
He really wanted to give it a try, which one was more powerful, the life blooming of the loving father Nurgle, or the magic of the phaerim and the alchemical pollution of Netheril?
But who is Aaron?
He is the son of Chaos, he is personally chosen by the four gods, and most importantly, he is the beloved brother of Slaanesh. The power of Slaanesh itself is a special attack on the elves.
Then he heard music and singing.
Aaron found them: "Can we talk somewhere else?"
It's true ecstasy.
The snow elves and orcs have basically been taken care of, and the next main issue is the human household registration.
"300 people! Are they all qualified warriors?" Aaron's eyes lit up, thinking that with 300 people, wouldn't there be a Slaanesh warband?
"Then please stay for a while and follow me back to Susar." Aaron said immediately: "I'm looking for someone to help you arrange the goods for a convoy. Just bring whatever you want, food, medicine, weapons, supplies, I will
I’ll try my best to satisfy you.”
Aaron stood up and said meaningfully.
In the world of Den Nidan, the glory of a nation or a race must have the help of gods, and this glory will also bring great power of faith to the gods. Both parties are mutually beneficial. If the gods' help is lost, a
It is not easy for this race to survive.
Leerta's face turned red, and the snow elf brother lowered his head. He did not dare to tell others that he had abandoned Tasiris and surrendered to a more powerful, more charming, freer and more energetic existence.
"So, when you return to the tribe with the goods, please be sure to seriously consider the migration. You have also seen the outside world. The Elf Empire has basically withdrawn from the country. You can safely move around under the sun.
Already."
"I want to go to Azgrat, because my true love is there~"
The snow elf brother and sister had a fight in the tavern. After the ill-tempered sister Evana and the even worse-tempered brother Relta vented their dissatisfaction, they got into trouble with the drinkers in the tavern (in a physical sense).
After being beaten with a bruised nose and face, Relta was finally satisfied and drank wine and ate meat.
Sooner or later he will have to face Rose, and the Snow Elves are the deadly enemies of the Drow, because they accepted bribes from the Drow at the critical moment to let them go, which resulted in this subrace of elves being almost incompatible with all other elves.
The relationship between the elves has reached rock bottom, and they choose to live in seclusion. Therefore, the snow elves have an undying hatred for the drow elves.
After sending away the half-orc sword master, Aaron simply found the snow elf brother and sister Relta and Evanna.
This group of miscreants is really difficult to conquer. The snow elves do whatever they want but are extremely arrogant. No one else would have the intention to conquer the entire snow elves group.
The bald singer smiled and hugged a piano. He moved closer while playing, and his light and playful singing reached Aaron's ears.
"Scorching Meteor and Styx are Gracia's favorites, that's right~"
But the drow's senses towards the snow elves are not that bad.
Aaron was stunned for a moment when he heard this.
Relta and Evana looked at each other subconsciously, both seeing the ecstasy on the other's face.
The elite population in Aaron's mouth is: ordinary people who have the skills to be self-reliant and can support themselves, know basic human common language, are young and don't cause trouble, and pay taxes steadily and live a good life.
This friend is not wrong, Lord Salian is indeed very loyal!
This is a friend worthy of the snow elf to put down his posture and socialize with him. Compared with him, those monkeys and reptiles outside are simply rubbish.
"How many of you are there? Are you willing to move out of the snowfield? If I place you in the forest here, will you accept it?" Aaron's questions were thrown out like a barrage of cannons, causing the snow elves to be stunned.
.
"I came from Minauros with my banjo on my lap~"
"Tu! Tu Zhuoer!"
Let me explain a little here. The high-quality elite population that Aaron refers to does not refer to: excellent professionals, scholars who are proficient in multiple languages, warriors who hunt monster lairs alone in a small team, academic mages who engage in scientific research, and sworn paladins who promote the progress of the territory.
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This is another point that can be exploited.
After bidding farewell to the snow elf brothers and sisters, Aaron walked straight towards his temporary residence.
"Oh~Gracia~don't cry for me~"
Snow elves have lived in an extremely harsh natural environment for a long time and are rich in druids, shooters and warriors. If you can control this snow elves, you will not only be able to obtain a high-quality combat force in the future, but also be able to use reasonable and legal excuses.
Intervene in the affairs of the elves!
Moreover, Ms. Raul also promised to provide Aaron with a lot of help in the future. Arabelle will need a lot of craftsman materials for a major reconstruction. If Aaron needs it at that time, she can help and introduce it for free.
The snow elves are very suitable. According to the snow elves brother and sister, the snow elves currently believe in Tasaris Meuniduin, the god of the elven mountains. This god does not belong to the elven pantheon, but acts alone in the
Another mortal world of the crystal wall system only has the lowest level of connection with Thorodor, the god of bows and arrows in the Elven pantheon. He basically does not respond to the prayers of the snow elves in any country, and the Elf pantheon does not care about the snow elves either.
Life or death.
Pointed ears, your gospel has arrived!
"However." Aaron interrupted their joy and emphasized: "My help is not unlimited, and you also know that whether you are crossing the Anonoke Desert or going around the desert, you have to bear a huge burden.
Even if you suffer losses, it is impossible for me to provide you with unlimited funding."
"We plan to purchase a batch of supplies here and send them back to the tribe." Evana saw that Aaron did not answer. As expected, the snow elf sister who was not experienced in the world was a little unable to stop the car, and soon leaked her thoughts to Aaron.
Lun: "Can you buy us a generous supply of supplies and find a suitable transportation team? We really need it."
This kind of people are already very good. They will be fought over wherever they are placed. The country is not Baator Hell or the Bottomless Abyss. There are hundreds of millions of little devils who can't die and are consumed at will. The big lords don't feel bad at all.
, enjoy the bonus.
Relta stared at Aaron's face, and the snow elf brother looked puzzled, but he didn't say much, he just spread his hands to express that it was okay.
Okay, if you don't care, I'll take care of it for you.
"You must have had enough of being in that kind of place for thousands of years."
In fact, Aaron's ambitions don't stop there. He has already set his sights on the great desert that was polluted by the alchemy of the Netheril Empire and the legendary life-draining technique of the Phaerin Demon Sunflower.
Aaron learned from the conversation that the life of these snow elves was very difficult.
People in the mix are just so casual. If they see someone right, they can do anything, but if they don't, they can do anything wrong.
But he didn't say anything, just smiled.
The Orc Sword Master is the champion of Khorne. His combat effectiveness is very important to him, and his loyalty is also relatively reliable.
Thinking of this, Aaron felt happy.
The elven pantheon didn't care about them, and their gods didn't respond to prayers very much. They completely turned into helpless lambs. Because of what happened before, most of the elven subspecies were quite hostile to the snow elves, and finally they were forced to
This group of elves had to escape into the snowy mountains of the far north, and relied on hunting penguins, seals, white dragons, white bears, and mammoths in the near-permafrost land to gain a little living space.
We will talk about this later. Aaron has no clue how to unlock Nurgle's power now.
Regarding this point, Aaron has already communicated with Ms. Raul. He does not want monetary rewards, nor does he want Ms. Raul's 200 acres of land. He needs some people, high-quality elite people.
Both Leerta and Evana felt Aaron's sincerity and seriousness, and the two snow elves immediately nodded: "We will definitely work hard to convince more people."
The three of them changed to a private room. Aaron took the initiative to pay for three glasses of spirits and asked, "The war is over. Do you two plan to stay here for a while, or do you have other ideas?"
"Also...if your God is always so silent, maybe He is not the only one you can pray to."
"I will bring back the cosmetics you asked for from the country right away~"
The bald singer stopped in front of Aaron, his face filled with a bright and confident smile, and he gracefully treated Aaron with standard Cormyr etiquette.